Years ago when I first became a believer in Jesus, I remember my mama, a Residential School survivor, screaming at me, calling me a traitor, and asking me why I chose a religion that hurt my people. The fact is, I didn’t choose a religion . . . I chose a way of life that healed my spirit. The religion I can do without, but I can’t do without Jesus.
Do not be unproductive
Day after day, habits are formed, time goes by… and soon you have it — “your way of life”. What kind of life are you living today? Day-in, day-out, day after day after day – we form habits, ways of doing what we do. Ever wonder what you are, what you really are like? […]
